I stopped at Starbucks this morning for some coffee and one of those apple empenadas that I know they'll get rid off entirely too quickly (fuckers), and the woman who went through the door and quite rudely did NOT hold it for me was one of those women who was dressed in a suit and pumps, despite the fact that it was Friday and this is Austin. I was slightly annoyed and intimidated until, while standing behind her in line, I looked over her shoulder and saw that while she was trying to look important by using her stylus to mess with her PDA, she was actually playing Collapse.
She did have on some really great jewelry though.
So look, I know nice people don't admit to reading it, but dude...what the fuck is up with Trainwrecks?? I hope somebody hacked it and it's not a case of another cool site shutting down because they lost their balls. Seriously dude. All they did was make fun of sites. That happens on LiveJournal and Diaryland and every other damn site in the world every damn day. I need my trainwrecks. I will, well, I will be mightily pissed is what I will do, if they've shut themselves down!!!
grumble mutter grumble
My fabulous boyfriend bought me a white noise machine for Christmas and the noise I like best is "rainstorm", because it works like a charm. The problem is that now, every time it rains during the day, I respond like a toddler in a moving car and fall right the fuck asleep. My boss is not amused. Anyway, right now it's raining off and on, so I'm like a narcoleptic over here. Of course, the wine may have something to do with that.
I've been obsessed lately with getting another tattoo. The problem is, that costs money (which is something I'm trying not to spend too much of) and it keeps me from donating plasma (something I'm trying to keep as an option for money making.) Hmph. I'm constantly thwarted in my efforts to turn my body into a billboard. This much real estate - it's a shame really.
Mom, be quiet.
OK, it's 12:30, I'm most of the way through a bottle of red. Talk to y'all later.
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I don't know if you have something in mind for your tattoo, but that heart with wings in your previous post would be a great candidate.
If you skip one Starbucks a week ($5?), and put it in your tattoo fund, you could get it in just a few months.
Shit, I hope that didn't sound preachy, just throwing it out there.
I started Don a tattoo fund for his birthday. He's been wanting a particular one for years now, but since we're kinda broke and all it's never happened. I just keep cramming a dollar bill into this envelope in my sock drawer every day without any real regard as to whether I'm going to need that dollar tomorrow. heh. Then I pretend I don't know the money is there. I counted it the other day and there's $75 in there now...
WHA'????
I want another one, too.
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